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Antonin Miller Jr. (laughingatdeath) wrote in light_of_may,

Antonin laughed. Actually it was more a sort of mix between a laugh and a giggle but it didn't matter because it was a noise of amusement and it just slipped out. She wanted an excuse from him? Wasn't that just the richest thing that he'd ever heard! Zaviar's words were still echoing around in his head, reminding him of why he was here and not at her place. Because oh yeah, right, he was supposed to be at her place for dinner. Maybe that was why it'd been so easy to get drunk, because he hadn't eaten. Huh, imagine that. He really needed to start remembering these things every once in awhile before they actually happened. Eat before you drink and don't skip out on dates with women who could kill you just by taking a bite.

He didn't care right then. "I don't have one," he said, plucking at his drink and ignoring the passing thought from a vampire who thought it'd be nice to take a bite out of a drunk guy and get the residual buzz through his blood. No vamp really wanted to deal with his blood and should know to stay away unless the booze smell was getting so strong that it covered the smell of death. Circe likes that smell on me. "Had a little chat with Zaviar and he pointed out some things." His s's were a little drawn out and there wasn't a way to deny he was drunk. "'bout you. Why should I have dinner with someone who doesn't give a bloody damn about me?" Later he'd regret saying that. Maybe.